Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Over the years, our family has travelled quite widely. In terms of overseas destinations, that started in 1975, with our last trip north of the equator happening in 1996.

It was during this trip that I was able to golf three of the things I most wanted to do – Based I suppose on some sort of idiotic aspiration.

At the age of 50 (1996), I wanted to:

Slide down a banister attached to a set of steps in Harrods in London.

Go as far out as I could onto the land attached to the western/southernmost point of Lands End in Cornwall.

Witness a sunset in July from that point of land most eastern/northeastern from John O Groats in Scotland. That would be “lands end” at the other end of the United Kingdom.

They were my three wishes.

I did the banister slide. It was from the ground floor down into the eatery or cafeteria at Harrods.

I climbed out over the safety barrier at Lands End and nervously took myself as far out beyond that fence as I could without falling into the water, where any misstep would have meant falling and being battered to pieces on the rocks by water in a turbulent ocean.

Above all, I observed and experienced and was drawn it by that perfect sunset from the easternmost point of the top-end of Scotland out beyond John O Groats, a little town I found quite fascinating.

And it was travel to that point in time that took me to the furthest point in distance away from where I live in Australia. It remains the furthest point of travel home to this day.

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